Ravishing Camille

Those Notorious Americans, Book 5

Ravishing Camille


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Those Notorious Americans, Book 5

She’d wanted him for years…and denied she cared.
As a step-brother, he’d loved her.
But she’s older now and even more delectable. Should he walk away? Can he?

Pierce Hanniford returns to England after tripling his fortune in China. He’s come for business. Not pleasure. And definitely not for love.
Camille Bereston decided years ago that Pierce was not for her. He’s her step-brother, famous, restless, a savvy Shanghai taipan and a menace…to her heart.
She has ambitions to marry. Funny that none of her candidates seems good enough.
Yet Camille excites him as no woman ever has and he must have her, no matter the cost.
But should she take an older, experienced rogue as her lover…and should she claim him forever as her only love?

Other books in the Those Notorious Americans series

Wild Lily

Book 1

Daring Widow

Book 2

Sweet Siren

Book 3

Scandalous Heiress

Book 4

If You Were the Only Girl in the World

Book 6

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Did she love him?

She had always wanted Pierce for more than the blush of passion. Always. No other man had compared to his humor, his zeal, his family devotion. She wanted him for now, for tomorrow and all their tomorrows. But for the first time, she asked herself, could she match him in those sterling qualities? And could she honor and keep him as he so well deserved?

It was one thing to ask herself these things. She had a few answers.

She glanced over at Pierce. In profile to her, he was her ideal. The wealth of stark black hair. The clean brow, the perfect straight nose. His lips. Full. His jaw. Firm. His throat. The sum of him, healthy, strong and more handsome than any man she’d ever encountered.

Sensing her, he met her regard and his silver eyes caressed her. Her mouth, her nose, her hair, her heaving breasts in the low cut shantung. He smiled and a melting sensation swept down to her loins. He took her hand and squeezed it, directing his gaze to her fingers as he toyed with them. Through her gloves, she burned to touch him skin to skin.

She took her hand away. Her lips parted in apology, but no words came forth. Her nipples ached. She arched her back and shifted.

“Camille,” he whispered as he lifted her hand and kissed the back. “Try to enjoy this.”

She had to laugh. The play or his kisses? “It’s very difficult.”

“I agree.” He inhaled and tore his attention to the stage. “We must.”

She nodded and attempted it, didn’t she? For the sake of propriety and their family.

She would not endure this kind of temptation for long. If she did not find words to ask him of his feelings for her, she would burst with need and do something rash, unforgivable.

Tonight, she would begin the discussion with him. She must. Did he see her as a woman, full grown, with a regard for him that bespoke of more than their shared past? Could he love her as a woman? As a wife?

She must learn. Then stay or leave.